MAGDA.
My poor little darling! [Aside.] They bring everything to naught. The most terrible of all passions becomes in their hands a mere resigned defiance of death.
MARIE.
Whom are you speaking of?
My poor little darling! [Aside.] They bring everything to naught. The most terrible of all passions becomes in their hands a mere resigned defiance of death.
Whom are you speaking of?